This is a song about "Calling all cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

But this is my calling, so you can all keep hangin' it up this

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade